Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-03-04
HOME AGAIN.
The Delights of Unpacking After
Returning to Housekeeping.


| From Blu, dette.
1t is indeed pleasant to settle down to
| housekeeping again after a few years OF
| life In every sort of hostelry, from an
open face camp in the AdirOndacks to a
New York hotel. There are so many
pleasant surprises in store for one, when
one takes One's Lares and Penates with
| all the appurtenances thereunCO apper-
| taIning from the dark solitude of the
gloomy store room in which they have
| passed few years in sentiment and re-
| Election. You think of so many more
things than you say, as you unpaek the
| barrels of hammered china and crackle
ware. All our china is real hammered,
! and all our crystal is the genuine crack e.
Some OF our fragile ware | hammered
myself, some the truckman hammered
and some was hammered when the cask
| fell down the elevator we'll at the store
room. am a fair to mlddling light weight
| packer, but am not genius. Conse-
Quentiy, it never occurred to me, when
| packed bale of pressed hay around one
tumbler, to pack against the contingency
of fall of six stories. But then, never
stored before, and / knew not the ways of
the storage warehouse. i do now. Ii ever
| l store acknowledgements these tears,
| have now nothing to store. Nothing save
only one stove leg. And it doesn't be-
| long to me. 1t got mixed up with my
| things in the warehouse. But it is whole /;
| hasn't crack or flaw in it, and
so will keep it. have
no earthly use for it, but it does my
soul good to see something whole about
the new house beside The ones l made in
the wall hunting for a hidden scantling
| with a hammer and a picture nail. l
far 2
with gimlet until got hold of 1T. Then
| went into the next room for a hammer
and picture nail. When l came back il
somebody hadn't moved that scantlinR [
am a heath en- from Nowgong. l haven't
| time to chase a scantlinG all around a
| house. So | drove the nail into a lath
and hung the picture. l am now one
| picture short In that room, but plastered
| the hole In the wall so neatly you can't
see where 1t happened.
So many things turn up as you uncover
your long hidden treasures. | hear my
sister weeping in the next room over one
| of them now. She brings her piteous face
| into my Lair and says, in the tone of a
/ woman who Is aweary OF life: 81 have
| found another moth" l say: "Why, you
found six yesterday; what do you want
with another?" she goes away wringing
her hands. / suppose she found this one
/ LO UTIDk Tue CUuub w the ptllcCl nutu-
Der. Why do women-God bless them
go about hunting for things they don't
want to findi
Ouly the other day, while l was writing
an "0de to Washington" and was trying
to think Of rhyme for Ratchet, she called
me downstairs. She said: 81 believe
there Is something alive in that barre"
l said in my native language, which al
ways comes back to me In moments OF
anger, "Aw.w-w-wW The idiom Is un-
transferable. Only mon VINO have used
1t know what 1t means; to all others it il
the unknowable. / stood on my head in
that barrel TO grasp at the straw and
crush her idle tears, and may | never see
the penitentlary If procession of starye-
linz mice didn't stampede up my back aud
jump of my waving legs. l did not come
out Of that barrel so hastily as you might
suppose. My intention was to come out
rather abruptly, but checked 1t. A nail
n foot long, which ran into my back
eighteen inches, helped me TO pause.
They had to knock the other head Of the
barrel in and let me crawl through that
way. 1 am now a teetotaller, but had a
nail that day that for staying qualities
beat any "neat Ticker" that ever intro
duced fallen man to the james lambs.